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Experiencing a creative drought? The articles in all of these ezines are available for you to use in your ezine or on your website. Please retain the copyright information and if you are using it on your website or ezine, please provide a link to http://www.warrior-priestess.com. My gratitude knows no bounds for your kindness. Copyright©2024 | Passport to a New World Even though we worked at competing real estate offices, Aurora and I had become good friends. I was always in awe of her courage to take on challenges as if they were everyday occurrences. She sailed through the most difficult, challenging, and complex real estate transactions as if they were simple and easy cash sales with no contingencies. One day as she was telling me about some of the travels she'd done, I mentioned to her that I had never travelled out of the Pacific Northwest. "So, am I correct in supposing that you don't even have a passport, then?" she questioned me. "A passport? I've never had the need for one," I replied. "Where would I go?" "No single adult woman should be without a passport," Aurora said, emphasizing her words by poking me in the chest. "You just never know what opportunities and experiences might appear and you have to be ready for them. With a passport you can go anywhere in the world. Just imagine for a moment that you do have a passport. Where might you go?" I couldn't give her an answer. It had never occurred to me to travel any further than maybe Oregon or perhaps even as far as California. "Anywhere in the world" was beyond the scope of my imagination at the time. "I'm going over to Seattle tomorrow to renew my passport. You're coming with me and we'll get you one, too," she announced. "I'll be at your house at 9am. Be ready for an adventure." Truer words had never spoken about adventure, as I was soon to find out. As we neared the landing for the ferry to Seattle, instead of getting in the line of cars waiting to get on the ferry, she turned off and parked in a short term parking lot. "I guess we're not driving over, huh?" I said sarcastically. "Gawd, no. Who wants to fight Seattle traffic?" she said, looking at me as if my head was made of oatmeal. So we walked on the ferry and fully enjoyed the half-hour boat ride across the bay. When we got off the ferry, Aurora began walking past the cab stands. "Wait! Aren't we going to take a cab up to the building where you get passports? It's five blocks up a steep hill. I'm not walking that far uphill," I whined "Just follow me," she said confidently. "And trust me." As we walked across the street and onto the first part of the steep five block incline, I noticed that we were in the midst of a crowd of other people going the same way. I looked at Aurora with a question on my face. "Commuters," she explained succinctly. After the first block Aurora and I, plus the entire herd of commuters, crossed the street and entered a building. Facing us was a tall escalator. Everyone marched right onto the escalator and rode it up to the next floor, where we all got off and walked toward the set of doors that exited to the next street, which was up that steep hill from where we'd entered the building. "I had no idea you could do this," I said to Aurora, my eyes wide with amazement. She just looked at me with a knowing smirk on her face. "There's more to come," she said. Four more times Aurora, the commuter herd, and I entered a building on a lower street, took an escalator up to the next level in the building, and exited through the doors on the next and higher street. The last level put us right across the street from the front door of the building where we would apply for our passports. "That was amazing! Who would ever think of doing something like that? It was like we had our own secret path through downtown Seattle!" I said. "Just wait," she said. We entered the government building and she led the way to the passport office. After filling out the requisite forms, we were allowed an audience with a man who would give us the approval we needed to get our passports. "Where are you going on your trip?" he asked us. "I have no idea yet. I just want to be prepared," Aurora answered him. "If you're going to a communist country you'll need to fill out this form," he said handing it to her. "Also you'll need a special size photo, which the photographer across the street can do for you." We quickly filled out the forms, which he then stamped with his official government stamper and sent us on our way to our next stop - the photography studio across the street. When we got to the photographer's, Aurora made certain that he gave her the special size photo needed for entering a communist country. After getting our passport photos we went back to the government building, gave the man at the "Receiving" desk our photos and paperwork, and he promised our passports would arrive in our mailboxes within a week. We exited the building and began walking toward a very ritzy hotel. "Well. That made me hungry," Aurora said. "Let's go in here." "Wait! That's the most expensive hotel in all of Seattle! I can't afford that!" I said, stepping backward and away from the entrance. "Just follow me. And trust," she said. She brazenly walked up to the concierge and asked him where a good Thai restaurant was in the area. I was stunned. I'd never been bold enough to ask a concierge anything, especially if I wasn't actually staying at the hotel. And even more especially if it was the most exclusive and expensive hotel in Seattle. But Aurora had plenty of boldness and wasn't about to be intimidated by a fancy-pants concierge. When she got the information she wanted, she turned to me and said, "He suggested a place that's too far to walk, so we'll take a cab." Then she began casually strolling out to the cab stand, with me obediently following, where she graciously allowed the door man to open the door on the next available cab so that we could easily enter it. The cab we got was a Checker cab - one of those big yellow ones you see in movies about New York. The back seat area was as big as a living room - or so it seemed to me. After we sat down I could actually stretch my long legs out all the way and not touch the front seat! "We're going to a Thai restaurant," Aurora said to the cabbie and gave him the name. He nodded to her and took off. Soon we were in front of a beautifully decorated building that housed the Thai restaurant. Once we got seated and were given our menus, Aurora asked me, "Have you ever had Thai Tea?" "I've never even heard of it," I replied. "In fact, this is my first time in a Thai restaurant." "You're in for a real treat," she said and ordered lunch for both of us. The Thai Tea was not what I expected. It was more like drinking a dessert. Thai tea is laced with rich cream and various kinds of exotic, sweet spices. I'd never had anything so scrumptious to drink ever… and told Aurora so. After our incredibly exotic and delicious lunch, she called the same cab man and had him take us to the ferry landing. The rest of the way home I was almost in a stupor over all the new, strange, and wondrous things I'd seen and experienced. I could never thank Aurora enough for that day… and for what I learned from her. A few days after our trip to Seattle she called me to tell me that she'd decided where she was going with her new passport. "I'm flying to New York, where I'll stay overnight and the next day I'll take the SST to Paris. From there I'll ride the Orient Express into Russia," she said as casually as if she was taking the bus to Seattle. Again I was stunned. It was like a magical trip, travelling not only from place to place, but from one time to another. The SST was like travelling into the future and the Orient Express was like travelling in the past. "Call me the minute you get back. I've got to hear about this exotic trip of yours," I told her. A few weeks later she called me and we met for lunch. I couldn't wait to hear about her trip, but all she talked about was this guy she met on the trip - a New Zealander - and how they fell in love. "So I'm moving to New Zealand to live with him," she announced. Once again I was stunned. "When?" was all I could think of to say. "In three days," she replied calmly. Once again she had stunned me with her courage to take on another challenge. Moving to a country on the other side of the planet isn't something that most people - me included - would dare to do without much planning. But once again, Aurora had had the courage to calmly take on a new and daring challenge as if it were as small an act as walking out to the mailbox. The Learning: Release your fear and open to the new experiences that come your way. Your world will become greater and your life will become filled with wondrous adventures. Love, ps. This is an excerpt from my just published book, Floor Time... available now on Amazon.com. pps. Since I got my first passport I've been to Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Tahiti, and Costa Rica. Floor
Time It was my first day as a Realtor. My previous occupation as a construction Project Superintendent had ended abruptly when my boss had discontinued taking his medication for bipolar disorder. It was one of those quirky things that I didn't know about him until it was too late… and it made a believer out of me that a prospective employee should interview their potential new boss as well as being interviewed by him/her. He'd gotten drunk and went on a rampage, trashing the office and destroying much of the equipment and vehicles. Then he disappeared. The next morning when I'd arrived at the house where he'd been living with his girlfriend, she greeted me with "Here's your check. It's your last one. The business is closed and you're unemployed." I'd just bought a house and a newer pickup truck. And now I had no job… only the puny amount I'd receive from Unemployment Insurance. As I drove back home in shock I tried to imagine where I'd find another job that paid as well as my Supe job. Most of the jobs available in the area where I lived were minimum wage jobs. Somewhere along the drive home I remembered the real estate agent who had sold me my house. She seemed to be doing quite well financially and I decided to call her when I got home to ask her about being a real estate agent. During the phone call she made the job of being a Realtor a most wondrous occupation and, yes, she assured me I'd make a very successful real estate agent. She made an appointment for me with her broker for the next day. Thus I took my first steps in my new career as a real estate agent. It was a life experience chock full of learning that I never expected or even knew existed. Learning that has been of humungous service to me throughout my life experiences since my real estate career. Available NOW in paperback at Amazon.com!! $15.00
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